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Chapter 126 "The Migrating Wolf" Starlo

Although Roland had already agreed to Lucia's request in his heart, he was in no hurry to tell her.

Besides wanting to test her patience, I also had other things to take care of.

This matter is neither a big deal nor a small one.

"The river is very deep. Although the bottom is all rocks, which makes it easy to cross, our vehicles are carrying too much cargo, so it's difficult to get across."

A scout rode alongside Roland, whispering a description of the situation ahead: "Lord Starlo is assessing the situation; please go and take a look as well."

Roland stood up and waved to another guard, who immediately understood and gave up his horse.

The horses' hooves pounded the soft earth, kicking up pebbles, and the surrounding guards made way, revealing a path leading forward.

He bypassed the three guards leading the way in the convoy and sped along the road.

The golden sunlight was still shining, but the moisture in the air was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of water hitting the rocks could be faintly heard.

About half a mile later, Roland pulled on the reins, the horse raised its hooves, and let out a high-pitched neigh, which was then swallowed by the sound of water.

A rushing river came into view.

The river was quite wide, a full ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) wide. The turbid rapids, carrying white foam, washed over several huge rocks in the middle of the river, breaking them into large sprays of water mist.

The meadows on both banks were mostly submerged, and the tips of the grass that were exposed above the water were swaying wildly in the rapids. The roar of the water was so loud that it made my eardrums throb.

Several people were standing on the riverbank. The one in front was holding onto a rock with one hand and putting the other hand into the water, as if testing the speed of the current.

He wore a grey-green cloak covered in grass clippings and dirt, the edges of which were dampened by the rising mist, making the color even darker.

A badly worn longbow hung on his back, and a short sword with a dark green gemstone at the end gleamed metallically in the sunlight.

Hearing the horse neigh, the man turned his head.

Beneath his messy, short brown hair, deep wrinkles lined the corners of his eyes and forehead, and his stubble on his chin was not cleanly shaved; only his pair of bright yellow eyes stood out.

"The Migrant Wolf" Starlo.

Roland dismounted and walked over. The sound of the rushing water was so loud that he had to raise his voice more than usual: "How is the situation?"

"Not very optimistic," Staro's voice was a little hoarse from living in the wilderness for a long time, but it was quite clear when it reached my ears. "The water has risen by almost a foot compared to usual, and the current is very fast. I'm afraid we can't force our way through."

He pointed to the few half-exposed boulders in the center: "You can jump over these stones, but they are very slippery. Ordinary people can't do it, and we can't abandon the carriage now."

"What about taking a detour?"

“That won’t work either,” Staro said, raising his chin. “The water is only deeper upstream, and we’ll need three more days to get downstream.”

Roland frowned.

This situation often occurs in the wilderness, and usually requires a mage to cast a "Water Dividing Spell" or "Isolation Wall" to force passage.

However, the river in front of them was too wide and the current was too fast. Ordinary spells could only be maintained for a very short time before being washed away, which was not enough for them to pass through.

Only professionals can do it.

"Should we ask Ivan?" Roland asked.

Staro nodded: "That's what I meant, I wanted to get your opinion."

Roland knew the meaning behind those words.

Before setting off, Staro wanted to find a qualified mage to accompany him, so that he would have more options to deal with any unexpected situations that might arise during the journey.

However, due to the high requirements and the scarcity of monks along the way, a suitable candidate has not yet been found.

Therefore, the caravan had to temporarily hire a full-fledged mage from the Church of Knowledge.

In return, if a faithful follower of this god of knowledge were to act, an equivalent amount of knowledge would be offered as payment each time.

This compensation is naturally a portion of the team's profits.

This also includes Roland as part of the Guards.

"I'm fine."

Roland answered decisively: "Shall we go and call him now?"

Staro nodded, glanced into the distance again, and smiled: "No need, it seems he knows we need help."

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Roland turned around.

Before they knew it, the convoy had arrived here.

A slender figure slowly walked through the crowd, his gray-brown robe clinging to his body in the wind, revealing his ribs.

The wooden staff at his waist was unremarkable, as if it had been made from a fairly straight tree branch that had been casually cut from the roadside; it was rough yet tough.

Evan Claire.

A registered monk in the Church of Knowledge.

He stopped in front of the two men, looking at the rushing river. His light gray eyes, like stones in the water, revealed no emotion.

"Twenty minutes," Evan said calmly, "no more than that."

It sounds like he had already judged from the current situation that there was an opportunity to earn a reward.

Staro didn't ask what specific knowledge was needed, he just nodded and shouted, "Unload! People and goods go first, then empty trucks come over. Be quick!"

The convoy immediately sprang into action.

The guards dismounted, some began to untie the ropes binding the goods, some went to notify the carts behind, and some who knew magic used spells to calm the horses beforehand.

Evan took off his boots, rolled up his trousers, and stepped barefoot into the water. The water flowed over his ankles, calves, and knees, and he only stopped and stood firm when the water reached above his thighs.

He raised his hands, his fingers slightly spread, fingertips pointing down, palms facing the river.

A deep blue light flowed out from within him, transforming into fine threads that seeped into the ever-flowing river surface.

The sound of the water subsided, turning from a wild beast's roar into a low whimper, as if something was slowly turning over at the bottom of the water.

The white foam gradually subsided, the rapids slowed slightly, and then—

The water began to recede to both sides.

It's as if an invisible hand is lifting the water from the riverbed and gently placing it on the meadows on both banks, revealing the boulders in the middle of the river inch by inch, with the remaining water droplets shimmering with a crystal-clear luster in the sunlight.

The riverbed was also exposed, the brown rocks were smooth and shiny from being washed by the water, and several fish were swirling around frantically in the shallow water.

Ivan stood in the middle of the water, his hands raised in the air, his face calm, and deep blue beams of light continuously emanated from his body, as if they would never run dry.

"Walk!"

Staro led the way down to the riverbed, beginning to guide the convoy.

The guards carefully led the horses across the slippery stones. Although the horses' hooves slipped, they remained still. The wheels of the cart rolled over the riverbed, splashing up tiny droplets of water.

Roland stood on the riverbank, counting the number of people who went in one by one.

Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen —

Suddenly, it got dark overhead for a moment, as if a shadow had swept past.

Roland frowned slightly and looked up at the sky.

Blue sky and white clouds, nothing else.

Thirty, thirty-five —

Another shadow appeared, this time reflected on the river surface not far away. Although it was moving extremely fast, Roland, who was on guard, still noticed it.

His face darkened.

This time, the distance was closer, and in the magic field of vision, three faint scarlet halos could be seen swirling in the sky, which were the traces left by magic.

This means they have been targeted by a monster.

Roland took out the Blazing Pulse Javelin from his dimensional bag. Crimson runes flashed across the spear. He leaned back, his arm muscles tensed, and the javelin transformed into a streak of fire that shot straight into the sky!

call out-!!!

A sharp whistling sound tore through the air, a cloud of blood mist exploded, feathers and flesh scattered everywhere, and the falling javelin was stuck in the riverbed, its butt trembling incessantly.

But that wasn't enough. As the crimson halo dissipated, even more orbs of light emerged from the edge of the field of vision, no fewer than twenty in total.

Roland's pupils constricted slightly.

"Enemy attack!!!"